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Magpie
Contributed by
screwge
on
Sunday, 26th April 2009 @ 08:56:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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The fence’s shadowed barricade
is not foray enough to stop
the frisbee’s wobbly promenade
from intercepting crop.
No more eccentric than the trees
who smile and scowl and gape
at once, who, with breaking of the breeze,
lodge frisbees in their leafy nape,
he idles on a shanty porch,
the banister crucified mulch.
I cradle a topaz torch,
its jeweled spires to brace this gulch.
Lords of lesser glint
wear talcum powder on their wings;
will spare the iridescent mint,
deign to pull the sundry strings,
and home runs were all struck here in brawn,
raw hides lost to still more hides,
blighted to a sable lawn
where the old magpie resides.
No more does his feathered
throat squawk embers in a patent might;
a fireless forge employed the bird
like gilded Horus without light.
Copyright ©
screwge
... [
2009-04-26 20:56:58] (Date/Time posted on
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